“Yes, of course; and get there as soon as we can.”
“Yes, Mass’ George,” he said, sadly. “Pomp wouldn’t mind ’top if Mass’ George say ’top here.”
“We’ll come again,” I said, laughing. “Let’s find the boat if we can, but we must make haste back.”
“Hi! Ohey!” he shouted.
“What’s the matter?” I said.
“Wha dat all gun?”
Chapter Twenty Seven.
I looked sharply round at the bush, hardly comprehending my black companion’s remark.